Monthly Archives: August 2013
Gorman and I had a wonderful time on our trip to Long Island and Newport, RI. We liked riding all the ferries to get from one place to another, so much water everywhere and pretty vistas around every corner. We stayed at a great inn in Newport, so nice that we hated to leave it every morning to go exploring. The weather was delightful, mid-seventies during the day and low sixties at night with no humidity. Gorman felt just fine. He still gets tired pretty easily but I have to gently remind him that age could play a role in that.
We got home Tuesday night, in time for an Avastin infusion Wednesday. Gorman likes getting those because it’s our one step in fighting the cancer. His next MRI has been scheduled for Monday, Sept. 9 and will be done at Mobile Infirmary. I’m sure there will be some complication in switching his MRIs from UAB to a local facility but without a clinical trial, it seemed to make sense to “transfer treatment”, so to speak, back down here. We want to keep Dr. Nabors (UAB) in the loop and will probably go back from time to time to see him but he is now under Dr. Mike Meshad’s care at Southern Cancer Center and we go there for the Avastin infusions, just a 25 minute drive.
Today is our anniversary. We are so grateful to be celebrating 44 years, as I always say, by the grace of God!
Thank you all for your prayers and please keep them coming as we approach another MRI.
Tomorrow morning we are leaving for a quirky little trip. We are flying into LaGuardia, picking up a rental car and driving two hours east on Long Island to Greenport, NY. It’s along the North Shore, out towards the eastern tip of the island. Gorman and I’ve talked for years about wanting to see the so-called Gold Coast where so many millionaires built mansions 100 years or so ago. Scott Fitzgerald lived in that area when he wrote “The Great Gatsby”. There are some beautiful gardens to tour and we’re hopeful that our inn is far enough east to avoid a lot of the summer crowds; we’ll see. Four days later, we will take a ferry over to Mystic, Connecticut and drive about an hour to Newport, RI, where we’ll spend another four days. This is another place we’ve long wanted to visit so we just decided to go. The weather forecast calls for temperatures in the mid-seventies, which sounds wonderful to us.
This past week we were delighted to have a surprise last-minute visit from Charlie. He had to be in this area to tend to some business and spent three nights with us. Oh, how we enjoyed that! Unfortunately Kathleen and Ryland didn’t make the trip but it was great to see Charlie.
Gorman’s next MRI is scheduled for the second week of September. We are hoping and praying for good results and beyond that, trying not to think about it. This trip will be a nice diversion, a change of scenery.
It’s been almost two weeks since we returned from our visit with our kids and Gorman and I agree that what we miss the most is being awakened each morning by Ryland, tapping on my shoulder and whispering his dear little plans for that day. Oh what a joy he is! We have a fresh batch of “Rylandisms”, quotes from him that we repeat to each other every day.
We spent several days at our condo at Orange Beach, where it rained most every day but we still had lovely sunsets and relaxing days of doing nothing. We’re good at that.
Gorman is receiving the Avastin infusions every other Wednesday, with no side effects at all. He doesn’t have the stamina he used to have and gets tired easily but he’s trying to walk some every day, despite the heat. Tonight we’re going to Fairhope’s first Friday of every month Art Walk and then out to dinner.
Chuck Poole, our former pastor in Jackson preached a sermon some time back, based on Psalm 30, entitled “Islands of Joy in a Sea of Pain” and I think of that sermon so often. He talked about making peace with what has to be gone through because it cannot be gone around. He says, “For some of us, peace will be the new joy; the peace which comes in adjusting to, and coming to terms with, our new reality; which may not be exactly the miracle we would have chosen, but which may interrupt our wide seas of pain with real islands of joy, which is its own kind of miracle”. That describes our life these days.